there it is, the look, the winner you
once talked of being
give her one last kiss and
drive right out the window screaming
no truth decent, it was summer from the waist down
she blew the troops right off your feet
she tells you she's god's grammy

Baby I dream between the blade and the tongue
Of the rose on your cheek the wounded & dumb
We stumble and fall we stumble and fall
Skin on skin but there's heaven in...
Heaven's in here
Heaven's in here
Among the twilight and stars
Like a rocket to mars
Heaven in here

The first and the last are telling it all
Telling you loud but selling it small
I'm taking a swing at this shadow of mine
Crucifix hangs an' my heart's in my mouth
But it's here

Heaven's in here
Among the twilight and stars
Like a rocket to mars
Heaven's in here

Heaven in one sigh
Heaven in two eyes

Heaven lies between your marbled thighs
The rustle of your falling gown
We stumble and fall like tragedy falls
We stumble and twirl there's heaven in here
We stumble and fall uncertain we fall
Flesh on flesh but there's heaven in.
Heaven's in here

Heaven's in here
Among the twilight and stars
Like a rocket to mars
Heaven's in here
You'll dance to my tongue we'll dance on the sun
We're the twilight and stars
There's heaven in here

raging raging raging
burning in my room
c'mon and get a good idea
c'mon and get it soon
i'm waiting on the fire escape
i'm not exactly well
i'm neither red nor black nor white
i'm grey and blown to hell

Don't look back
Whatever it takes to save your life
I've believed I belonged to you for a long time
And my heart says no, no one but you

Like a rescue on a darkened street
Love walked into town
I was a victim of my own self-persecution
I'm a prisoner of love - but I'm coming up for air

Now don't be fooled by fools who promise you
The world and all that glitters more fool you

I'm such a hungry man that I bet you over and
Over and over and over
And I might take any highway to be there with you
Even the best men shiver in their beds
I'm loving you above everything I have
I'm a prisoner of love - just stay square

Like a sermon on blues guitar
Love walked into town
I was drowning so slowly
One step in front of your shadow
I'm a prisoner of love but I'm coming up for air

Now don't be fooled by fools who promise you
The world and all that glitters more fool you
I smell the sickness sown in this city
It drives me to hide you, yea, even deceive you
I'm so afraid for you that
I'll break any thug that maps out your passage to ruin
Even the best men shiver in their beds
I'm loving you above everything I have
I'm a prisoner of love - just stay square

Oh come all you children
Don't grab that scabby hand
It belongs to Mr. sniff and tell
It belongs to the candyman

Don't whore your little bodies
To the worms of paradise
Like Everest it's fatal
Its peaks are cold as ice

They're riding on the subways
They're riding on the streets
They'll ride you down to gutters
They'll ride you off your feet

Gonna hit Crack City
Hit Crack City

Piss on the icon monsters
Whose guitars bequeath you pain
They'll face you down to their level
With their addictions and their fast lanes

Corrupt with shaky visions
And crack and coke and alcohol
They're just a bunch of assholes
With buttholes for their brains
You can't keep on riding
The pain you know so well
They'll ride you down to the gutter
They'll ride you down to hell

Gonna hit Crack City
Hit Crack City

And you the master dealer
May death be on your brow
May razors slash your mainline
I'm calling you out right now

May all your vilest nightmares
Consume your shrunken head
May the ho-ho hounds of paranoia
Dance upon your stinking bed

Don't look at me you fuckheads
This nation's turning blue
Its stink and fouls and highways
Its filth it sticks like glue

Hit Crack City

They'll bury you in velvet
And place you underground
The hatred of yourself
And the sufferings that conspire
To take your little body and throw it to the fools
And the hounds that rip your flesh
Only your mind can take you out of this
Only your mind or death

I'm riding on the subway
The subway down to hell
I've finished with this journey
I seem to know it well

as soon as you're born they make you feel small
by giving you no time instead of it all
till the pain is so big you feel nothing at all
a working class hero is something to be
a working class hero is something to be

they hurt you at home and they hit you at school
they hate you if you're clever and they despise a fool
till you're so fuckin' crazy you can't follow their rules
a working class hero is something to be
a working class hero is something to be

when they've tortured and scared you for 20 odd years
then they expect you to pick a career
when you can't really function you're so full of fear
a working class hero is something to be
a working class hero is something to be
keep you doped with religion and sex and tv
and you think you're so clever and classless and free
but you're still fuckin' peasants as far as i can see
a working class hero is something to be
a working class hero is something to be

there's room at the top they are telling you still
but first you must learn how to smile as you kill
if you want to be like the folks on the hill

a working class hero is something to be
if you want to be a hero well just follow me
if you want to be a hero well just follow me

There's a cry that is heard in the city
From Vivian at Pentecost Lane
A shriekin' and dancing till 4am
Another night of muscles and pain
I love you despite your convictions
That god never laughs at my jokes

I'm a young man at odds with the bible
But I don't pretend faith never works
When we're down on our knees
Preteen' at the bus stop

Now Jesus he came in a vision
And offered you redemption from sin
I'm not sayin' that I don't believe you
But are you sure that it really was him?
I've been told that it could've been blue cheese
Or the meal that we ate down the road
Hallelujah

Think about the good things
Think about the bad things
Think about a reason to see you tonight
Something getting hard when you rock it up
Something getting hot when you rock it up
Pretty little girl let your sweet thing sway
Never gonna treat you wrong
Tie you down pretend you're Madonna
Never gonna treat you wrong

Oh you pretty thing
Shake your pretty thing
Gimme that pretty thing

Think about the love thing
Think about the sex thing
Think about you holding me, taking me down
Something getting hard when you rock it up
Something getting hot when you rock it up
Pretty little girl let your sweet thing sway
Never gonna do you wrong
Strip you down and take you to pieces
Always gonna love this song

ain't got room for charity this skeleton's mine
ain't got room for hollywood chop it up
me, i'm crawling with no cash chop it up
blood on video - video crime
video crime
needles and pins and video crime
video crime
i've got dollars i've got sense
wonder where the third world went

there it is, the look, the winner you
once talked of being
give her one last kiss and
drive right out the window screaming
no truth decent, it was summer from the waist down
she blew the troops right off your feet
she tells you she's god's grammy